| Song | The 20th Century Was Entirely Mine |
| Artist | Fear Before the March of Flames |
| Album | Odd How People Shake |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fear Before the Mar ... | |
| On the surface! | |
| There's a reef blower! | |
| Turn your masts! (Oh) | |
| So with a blow to your bow, take on water | |
| A diver descends | |
| Hey, did no one tell you? | |
| Sunken ships belong underwater | |
| In their slow descent to the ocean floor | |
| They are so quickly forgotten | |
| So as you disapear into the night time waters | |
| How many will you take with you? | |
| So when your insides rot | |
| A diver dscends in pursuit of riches | |
| As he drifts along your bow | |
| He will laugh at the gaping void | |
| He was the cause of your demise | |
| He will enter to find there is no treasure here | |
| Just a hollow mass of waste and death | |
| Take on water | |
| We knew you didn't have it in you (to sail among the ships) |
| zuo qu : Fear Before the Mar ... | |
| On the surface! | |
| There' s a reef blower! | |
| Turn your masts! Oh | |
| So with a blow to your bow, take on water | |
| A diver descends | |
| Hey, did no one tell you? | |
| Sunken ships belong underwater | |
| In their slow descent to the ocean floor | |
| They are so quickly forgotten | |
| So as you disapear into the night time waters | |
| How many will you take with you? | |
| So when your insides rot | |
| A diver dscends in pursuit of riches | |
| As he drifts along your bow | |
| He will laugh at the gaping void | |
| He was the cause of your demise | |
| He will enter to find there is no treasure here | |
| Just a hollow mass of waste and death | |
| Take on water | |
| We knew you didn' t have it in you to sail among the ships |
| zuò qǔ : Fear Before the Mar ... | |
| On the surface! | |
| There' s a reef blower! | |
| Turn your masts! Oh | |
| So with a blow to your bow, take on water | |
| A diver descends | |
| Hey, did no one tell you? | |
| Sunken ships belong underwater | |
| In their slow descent to the ocean floor | |
| They are so quickly forgotten | |
| So as you disapear into the night time waters | |
| How many will you take with you? | |
| So when your insides rot | |
| A diver dscends in pursuit of riches | |
| As he drifts along your bow | |
| He will laugh at the gaping void | |
| He was the cause of your demise | |
| He will enter to find there is no treasure here | |
| Just a hollow mass of waste and death | |
| Take on water | |
| We knew you didn' t have it in you to sail among the ships |